Poems about traditional festivals

Yuan Day

Author: Wang Anshi

The firecrackers sound a new year, and the spring breeze sends warmth into the tassel. A thousand doors and tens of thousands of houses are filled with tels, and new peaches are always exchanged for old talismans.

New Year's Greetings

Author: Wen Zhengming

Not seeking to meet but to pay a visit, the famous paper came to my hut. I also throw a few papers with people, the world is too simple not too false.

Lunar New Year's Eve:

Six Songs on the Night of the New Year - One of Them

Author: Cui Liquid

The Jade Hourglass and the Silver Pot are not to be rushed, and the Iron Gate and the Golden Lock are to be opened to the full moon. Who can sit idly when he sees the moon? I'm not sure if I can see the light, but I'm not sure if I can see the light.

Shengcha Zi - New Year's Eve

Author: Ouyang Xiu

Last year on New Year's Eve, the flower market was lit up like daytime. When the moon was on the willow tops, people were about to meet after dusk. This year, on New Year's Eve, the moon and the lights are still the same. I don't see anyone from last year, and my sleeves are wet with tears.

Ching Ming Festival:

Ching Ming

Author: Du Mu

The rain falls one after another at the time of the Qingming Festival, and the pedestrians on the road want to break their souls. I ask where the tavern is located. The shepherd boy is pointing to the apricot blossom village.

Ching Ming

Author: Wang Yucheng

No flowers and no wine in the Qingming Festival. Yesterday, the neighbors begged for a new fire, and the dawn window was divided into reading lamps.

Duanwu Festival:

Duanwu in the year 2011

Author: Bei Qiong

Wind and rain at the end of the day, Miluo has nowhere to hang the spirit of heroes. The pomegranate flower should laugh at each other, and Yuanming is awake alone without wine.

Duanwu

Author:

The festival of Dragon Boat Festival has been rumored to be Qu Yuan for ages. I can laugh at the emptiness of the Chu River, but I can't wash away the wrongs of the upright ministers.

Mid-Autumn Festival:

Mid-Autumn Moon

Author: Yanshu

Ten rounds of frosty shadows turn to Tingwu, and the detainees are alone in the corner on this night.

Su Shi

Mid-Autumn Festival in the year B1

Author: Su Shi

Mid-Autumn Festival in the year B1

It was a drunken night, and I was drunk, so I wrote this, and I also remembered Ziyu.

When will the bright moon come? I'm not sure when the moon will come out, but I'm going to ask it. I don't know what year it is in the heavenly palace. I want to go back by the wind, but I'm afraid that the jeweled buildings are too high to be cold. I want to dance and make a clear shadow, why is it like being on earth?

Turning to the Zhu Pavilion, the lower Cherry House, the light sleepless. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get a good look at this, but I'm sure I'll be able to get a good look at this. But I wish you a long life, a thousand miles of **** Canyuan Juan.

Changyang Festival:

September 9, remembering the Shandong brothers

Author: Wang Wei

Alone in a foreign land for the foreign guests, every festive season doubly homesick. I know the place where my brother climbed to the top of the hill, but I have to put a cornelian cherry on the top of the hill.

Drunken Blossom Cloud - Mist and Thick Clouds of Sorrow

Author: Li Qingzhao

Mist and Thick Clouds of Sorrow

Mist and Thick Clouds of Sorrow

Ryan Brain is a golden beast. The festival is again the sun, the jade pillow yarn kitchen, the midnight cool first penetration.

Dong Li put wine after dusk, there is a dark fragrance filling the sleeves. I don't know what to say, the curtain rolls west wind, people are thinner than the yellow flowers.